He let her set the pace, Let her gauge the threat, the risk, the trace Of power that lingered in this space. She didnโt soften. She didnโt yield. Not yet.But the bond hummed, a silent scream, An echo of what had been, A tether stronger than either would admit, A wolfโs whisper in the firelit pit. Russellโs voice came low, measured, steady, โI will not harm the boy,โ he said, ready. Giovanniโs eyes narrowed, evaluating, Her instincts sharp, calculating, calibrating.โYouโve waited five years,โ she said, โAnd now you speak like a man whoโs led?โ โIโve waited,โ he answered, calm, precise, โBut not for revenge, not for device. Iโve waited to see you safe, To see the child alive, not chafed.โ Her wolf stirred, ready to fight, But something in him restrained the bite. And in that tension, heavy and dense, The threads of a reckoning drew immense.The city slept around their stand, Unaware of the storm at hand. Yet inside the quiet, poised, and sharp, A mother, a father, and a wolf-bonded sp
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